Vancouver as a small town

Vancouver as a small town

Coming out of London Drugs on Broadway with my purchases. I wasn’t too surprised to see a cruiser rider pull a uey to come and park by me – after all, there was a free spot. I wasn’t expecting to have any other connection with him.

However, as it turned out, he’d mostly come to check out my bike, as guys do (come on, she’s nice, but look at me too!), asking questions about the belt drive, single-sided swing arm, single cylinder engine, gas tank and all. Luckily, by this point I’ve figured out the right comments to make so as to sound like I know what I’m talking about (really, I don’t care about any of that stuff – I just like riding her).

As this comment dance progressed I heard down the street – “Hey, that looks like CopperLioness*’ bike – hey, that is CopperLioness’ bike – hey CopperLioness!” Turned out to be one of my bike-riding rugby teammates. Fair enough – she works at the nearby hospital.

But when Vancouver really started to seem small was when one of the two colleagues she was with said hi to his friend, the cruiser rider! Who knew I was but two degrees of separation away from a random cruiser rider?

*Of course, she said my name, but I don’t share my name online.

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